[ video | day 101 ]

[holmes_fanatic]

[The time-stamp on the video feed reads 6:32 am. Conan's wearing his practice clothes, a backpack over his shoulder. He was en-route to the Citadel, but there was a change of plans.]

Ah -- anyone awake right now, if I could ask a favour? Me and Seth-niichan, we've been putting together emergency kits for everyone's use here! One of the things we stock them with is candles -- and as you can see, there's a lot of candles in Asgard right now!

[Conan tilts the screen so that the viewers get a view of the main road in Hel, looking ... far more cheerful than the main road of Hel has ever looked before. Those sure are some bright candles.]

If you don't mind helping us out, please put them out and store them somewhere dry! You can put them with the emergency kit already in your Welcome Hall, or let me or Seth-niichan know to come and collect them to put in the new kits when we make them! You'd be helping us out a lot! Thank you!

[/end video]

[Text - Filtered to the Forensics Unit.]

Volunteers to look into this? If Beckett needs you, she gets priority.

[IC Edit: Video.] (after this thread and this good advice!)

Ah -- So, I didn't realise this was art! Sorry! If you do want to take candles, take them from different places so that people waking up later can see them, and don't take any from Odin district! Thank you!

Comments

video. --> action??

[requisite]

[ crafty, conan... ]

Well, then. Stay there, and do... about a 48? I'll be right there~

[ 48 degrees on the clock; about eight minutes. yep. a jaunty wave, aaand the feed cuts. ]

1/?

[holmes_fanatic]

A 48 -- ah, wait--

[Too late, the feed is cut.]

Re: video. --> action??

[holmes_fanatic]

[48. Conan mulls over that. Rhyming slang? 48 --> Shorty wait? No, doesn't fit the rest of the sentence. 48.

48 seconds? No. 48 minutes, hardly -- he doesn't need that long to get to Hel from Loki. So what ... ?]

[holmes_fanatic]

[About means approximate measurements. The 48 confirms this. What can be measured ...?]

[holmes_fanatic]

[Time. Objects -- candles? No, Conan's never going to be able to gather 48 candles on his own. Not without leaving the street he's on, and Kaito said 'stay there'. Which implies he's on his way, which means that Conan's got roughly 8 minutes in which to solve this and--]

[holmes_fanatic]

[-- could it be? 8 minutes <-- 48 - what? A measure of distance? There's two districts between them, a total of about [ ] metres ... no, that doesn't work. What about time? Doesn't seem to match up either ...]

[holmes_fanatic]

[Maybe this rests on the 'do'. What does do have to do with the number? People say 'do a one-eighty' but apart from that--

Ah!]

That's it!

[Degrees --> clock --> 8 minutes!]

[holmes_fanatic]

[...................... that guy really takes the Kid fan thing way, way too far.]

action.

[requisite]

[ heh. kudou must've gotten it by now. no way it'd take him eight minutes to solve that. still, though, he's kind of testing the waters here. if all goes well, maybe he can drop a few more riddles into their every day conversations. if nothing else, it'd be fun.

still, there really are a lot of candles around. it really is a waste. wide-spread planning, and they aren't even fireworks. picking his way across, he makes it to the main road in Hel in exactly eight minutes. spotting the kid right away, he walks over with a raised hand. ]

Yo, Conan-kun. Did I make you wait long?

[ how was the riddle, tantei-kun? ]

action.

[holmes_fanatic]

You're exactly on time, Kaito-niichan.

[Conan's tone is long-suffering -- but Kaito can't take all the credit for that. There's been more candles gathered and with that, more spilt wax.]

action.

[requisite]

[ heh. but at the sight of the wax and conan's bare hands, his eyes narrow imperceptibly. his expression, however, schools into that of nonchalant observation. ]

Doesn't that hurt?

action.

[holmes_fanatic]

[This is not going to help Conan's 'I don't need another Niichan' campaign.]

It's fine now, Kaito-niichan!

action.

[requisite]

[ shut up and accept your harem, tantei-kun ]

Yeah? And if the skin starts flaking off later 'cause they're burnt? [ eying your fingers skeptically. ] Thought a smart brat like you would've at least gotten some gloves.

[holmes_fanatic]

[... harem.]

It wasn't that bad! And I'm being careful now.

[Pause. To admit to working in the hospital and thus not needing to carry gloves or not ...?]

I didn't expect I'd be handling candles this morning, Kaito-niichan.

[requisite]

[ c:a ]

... and you went ahead and start pickin' at them, anyway.

Yikes. You sure don't take care of your hands. [ crouching down to your level, tantei-kun! ] Here, gimme. [ give him your hands, conan-kun... ]

[holmes_fanatic]

[GO AWAY.]

I've got a technique now. Ah -- you don't need to fuss!

[requisite]

[ |D STAYING FOREVER ]

Co-nan-kuuuuuun. [ wiggling his fingers, here. ] C'mon, it's not gonna hurt. You can trust your Kaito-niichan~

[holmes_fanatic]

[Saying that just makes you sound even less trustworthy!]

What's not going to hurt?

[requisite]

[ this face. ]

Just give it.

[holmes_fanatic]

[Fine. Have a hand.]

[requisite]

[ geez, it's not like he's asking for your hand in marriage, tantei-kun. grinning victoriously, he picks out the places where the wax burnt the detective. then, waving his fingers above-- he somehow procures a tube of burn ointment out of thin air. ]

Here we are. [ aaaand applying ointment! ]

[holmes_fanatic]

[... we can all be grateful for that.

At any rate, Kaito's little trick has got Conan's interest.]

Do you carry that everywhere or did you get that specifically for the candles?

[requisite]

[ ... yyyyeah that would be... pretty... bad... sobbing.

and he grins, here. finishing up with the ointment! ] Actually, I got it for cooking. Pays to be prepared, huh?

[ another finger wave, and the tube of ointment disappears-- in its place, he gradually waves out one, two, three bandaids. time to apply these,too~ ]

[holmes_fanatic]

Kaito-niichan's not good at cooking, huh.

[... you're not serious.]

What are those.

[1/2]

[requisite]

Hey, I'm a teenager. What did you expect? Iron chef? [ OR THE JAPANESE EQUIVALENT ]